Yekta (France)

The Souls Venerer  
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(epilogue) 

will you find me down
the road of fleeing away horizons
remote distances lessening at every step
further than the stone cross polished
by the lips of sick pilgrims
beyond the shores where the frenzied person names every wave
and women abort on the rocks
beyond the grass tomb of the disfigured brigand
beyond the gratings of the forsaken swing
farther north farther south
at the end of the bed of dead torrents
and the old imperial walls
behind le last smoke cloud of the forests that fly away
in front of the first shadow of the procession escorting
the spirit of ancestors in violin cases
down the last steps that are falling down
before the suicidal charge of the horse
and the swooping down of the eagle into the flames
in the distance that deprives
at the focal point that no desire wears out


(Translation by Jean-François Sené)
“Broken branches for the stranger” (Extracts)
Copyright © PETRA Éditions, June 2018

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